drunken shakespeare

to: {:L:}

april 11

7:15 p.m.

dear l,

i hate life right now so so so so so much oh my goodness gracious me oh my.

i think my right ankle is just weak af because this is the second time in two month's i've hurt it; and third (fourth?) time ever. like i sprained it on easter, that was chill i mean it sucked but i was like "okay, whatever, i can deal with this." but again? i was just walking lila and 

i may or may not have been walking in a snowy ditch but that's beside the point. it's swollen and i'm trying to concentrate on homework and keep it elevated but i decided to write this instead.

i feel very betrayed by my body (why you do this??) am i the only one who feels offended when i hurt myself? yes? okay.

//moving on//

again, i am overcome by my love for hamlet. there's literally nothing i don't like about that play. i mean, from the beginning when he's all angsty but still best friends with horatio (BAE) and then when he's roasting rosenstern and guildencrantz {ha.} and also ophelia, and laertes and polonious's stupidity and hamlet's indecisiveness and his pretend madness and literally everything. and ophelia... she's so underrated i love her too.

"goodnight, sweet prince," is everything

{ship}

it amazes me how people say they hate shakespeare? like? i just? don't? understand?

i still haven't finished titus andronicus so i'm very annoyed at myself; however i shall read it on the bus tomorrow.

i now must move onto chemisery peace love joy coffee

sophie out.

p.s.

i'm so obsessed with OH Horatio by tiger lou:

  I met horatio five years ago 
outside of munich on the way to rome 
it was 45 degrees and i could barely breathe 

he waved and said hey come sit by me 
I was scared at first 'cause when he spoke it wasn't very soft 
he told me about the life-long love of his heart 
had a t-shirt on that said we're all gonna die alone 
I still believe that's true oh i truly do 

I want you to notice 
I want you to care 
oh horatio 
oh horatio